Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.